When you are inside the womb
There ‘s nowhere then to go
When all this empty sense appears
You ’re standing there alone
Silent, dazed
A statue cracked to stones
You know you have to burn
The memories of home
Home. Home
There are always routes to go
But you choose the lonely road
You have lost your inner faith
You forgot your only home
When you are inside four walls
There ‘s nothing there to dream
You ’re living in a nightmare
A puppet on a string
Silent, dazed
A statue cracked to stones
You know you have to burn
The memories of home
Home. Home
There are always routes to go
But you choose the lonely road
You have lost your inner faith
You forgot your only home